I Am A Misanthrope Yet Utterly Benevolent.

Worry Is The Stomach's Worst Poison.

My Dynamite Will Sooner Lead To Peace Than A Thousand World Conventions. As Soon As Men Will Find That In One Instant, Whole Armies Can Be Utterly Destroyed, They Surely Will Abide By Golden Peace.

For My Part, I Wish All Guns With Their Belongings And Everything Could Be Sent To Hell, Which Is The Proper Place For Their Exhibition And Use.

For Me Writing Biographies Is Impossible, Unless They Are Brief And Concise, And These Are, I Feel, The Most Eloquent.

Perhaps My Dynamite Plants Will Put An End To War Sooner Than Your [pacifist] Congresses. On The Day Two Army Corps Can Annihilate Each Other In One Second All Civilized Nations Will Recoil From War In Horror.